Sgt. Arthur Much, RFC18, February 5th 1916.

Jolly happy to be out of that beastly BE2C. Not a bad old kite to fly, but it seems like a flame to a moth, so to speak, attracting those beastly single-wingers that the Bosch keeps flitting about in up there.

Well, I'm in new digs now with a jolly fine new craft. This DH2 thingy has a wonderful forward view, and I have my own gun, too! I'd better learn how to shoot the bally thing I suppose. I'll potter around locally for a bit while I get used to her, then off to the front to extract a spot of revenge on those little brown buzzing mosquitoes!